Discretionary Love

                             What we take in by contemplation,          

i change into the most beautiful monster, whenever i’m with you. lest i lose your love, i spread colorful wings and hide ugly fangs. i

The song of another mother’s day is almost sung. Outside beneath stars the fox that haunts the fir grove must be snuffing to find the

i saw you on tv  no, yeah  i did  i did, i swear, and your eyes were green and brown and amber and gold and

we leave on our Christmas tree lights and outdoor strings as well hung in a swinging rhythm along the porch railing blinking colors write notes

If I had a dollar for every pill, I’d still be medication poor. What does not kill me, makes me stranger, dizzy as fizzy water.

It sits on my bed stand, water emptying eternal as the hands baring the cup which fills & refills the bowl made by loving. Inside

I can’t find warmth. It’s not our altitude, The Alps’ substantial snow that fashions shapes, New powder coating life, replenished nights — — When bodies

Thoughts, desires, emotions Carefully wrapped and stowed under the tree Fear in its black box Jealousy tied up in green tissue paper With a bow